“Oh, you’re meeting up with them?”
“Yeah, at the MMA gym in a couple hours.” I pull her closer. “That leaves us plenty of time.”
“Plenty of time for what?” she asks in a coy voice.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I pull her on top of me, capturing her lips with mine. It’s not rushed or urgent. It’s slow and lazy, unlike last night when hunger and need commanded my every movement.
She melts into it, her tits rubbing against my chest. Her fingers slide into my hair, her legs locking me in. My cock springs to life, the head bobbing against her wet slit. She makes that sound again, the one that drives me fucking mad, and I roll her onto her back before sliding into her wet heat.
Her pussy clenches around me, her velvety walls pulling me deep. Our tongues dance, hot and hungry as our bodies rock against each other like they were made to connect. She lifts a leg and wraps it around my waist as she thrusts her hips up toward me.
“Deeper,” she moans.
Oh, fuck yeah. She hugs me tight, unwilling to loosen her grip even for a second. My heart thrashes in my chest as I fuck her with long, hard strokes, each one making her cry out until she stills, pressing her hands into my back. “Oh my God.” Agasp catches in her throat, tremors assaulting her body. “Stay.Right.There.”
Her scream pierces the air. “So good. So fucking good!” Her fingernails dig into my spine, raking over my skin as my own orgasm rumbles in my groin.
“That’s my girl. Come for me,” I growl. “I need to feel you all over my cock.” I stay seated inside of her, thrusting against her spot until a rush of her juices blankets me. Her cries are the sweetest fucking music I’ve ever heard. I never want them to stop.
My balls tighten, aching for release, and I’m about to let go when Reaper’s sharp bark pierces the air.
Fucking A. Is he serious right now?
We break apart and I glare at the doorway. He stares me down, tail wagging, clearly not done with being ignored.
“Your dog has terrible timing,” she says, letting out a breathless giggle.
God, I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.
“He’s a total cockblocker,” I say. “No treats for you, Reaper.”
He lets out a howl. I guess I’m eating breakfast with blue balls.
“I’d better take him out,” I say. “Then I'll make coffee. You stay here until you feel like getting up.”
She draws a circle on my shoulder. “I might never get up. I might stay here forever.”
“I’d honestly love that,” I say.
Dots of pink pop into her cheeks but she doesn’t respond.
I smile and drop a kiss onto her forehead.
She doesn’t need to. I think she believes it.
I walk out of the bedroom, start the coffee, and take Reaper outside to give him a quick walk. By the time we get back upstairs, the rich scent fills the air. Reaper follows me into the kitchen, sniffing around for breakfast. I ruffle his ears, head to the refrigerator, and pull out eggs and bacon.
I have the frying pan sizzling within minutes, then pour coffee into two mugs. When she finally walks into the kitchen, she's wearing my t-shirt.Justmy t-shirt. It hits her mid-thigh, and I have to look away before I say “fuck it” to breakfast and carry her back to the bedroom for the kind of sustenance I’d prefer.
“That smells amazing,” she says, sliding onto a stool at the island. “You’re talented with an egg, you know that?”
“It's a gateway meal. Eggs lead to omelets. Omelets lead to frittatas. Before you know it, you're making beef Wellington.”
“Have you ever made beef Wellington?”
“No,” I wink at her. “But I could if I wanted to.”
She shakes her head, smiling into her coffee before she takes a sip. Reaper plops himself down next to her stool and my heart jumps when she leans down to nuzzle his neck.
